It seems ages since I've visited a parlour, but with an unexpectedly free afternoon I sent out a couple of texts to previously visited WGs, but Plan A and Plan B were not available. Spent some time wading through all the dross on AW, but didn't fancy driving all the way into Birmingham, so looked at Derby and Staffordshire but nothing jumped out, or the services were not what I wanted when I contacted them. So I took a real gamble and headed out to The Head Office in Stoke, which has an entrance on the main road, but also a more discrete one around the back.
Having arrived and told that one girl would be available in five minutes and the other in twenty, unfortunately all they could show me were the hidden face pictures on their website, so I was still really none the wiser as to what they looked like. As it turns out both girls were young and pretty and far from the rather rough looking middle-aged ladies that were seen in the recent BBC documentary about a Sheffield parlour (I saw the second girl, who according to the rota was Rhea, when I left).
I was shown into a small room so as to not bump into the outgoing punter and Natalie came in and introduced herself:
External Link/Members OnlyThe pictures are of her and facially she is pretty. As you can see she is slim and her age is early twenties as stated. She has small breasts and a nice pert bottom. She has some stretch marks, but nothing really noticeable, and in any case these don't worry me, it's just all part of her life story. I found her very attractive and eager to please.
Having agreed to see Natalie she took me upstairs to a large room with a comfortable large double bed and an ensuite shower. I showered and Natalie stripped off her matching lingerie set to just her black hold-ups. As in most parlours the extras mount up and they end up being more expensive than independents, however, one has to remember that the girl is actually getting quite a lot less than an independent as the management gets quite a large cut of what you hand over to the girl. On the plus side the girl doesn't have to worry about advertising, accommodation and screening, which for some probably outweighs the hassle.
I can't quite remember how we ended up at £85 for 45 minutes or £110 for an hour, but this included kissing, reverse oral, oral with and sex. I initially agreed an hour for £100, but changed my mind to 45 mins when charged an extra £10 for a service (sorry can't remember which one). Natalie warned me that the kissing was light, which it was, but she was prepared for some mutual tongue involvement and kissed throughout the meet. For me this wasn't a problem as I enjoy light French kissing and don't feel short-changed if the girl isn't participating in tonsil-tennis.
I think Natalie had just had a very different session from the slower paced one that I like, so I warned her that I like to take my time as a one pop merchant. After some kissing and exploring I invited Natalie onto the bed to ensure that I wasn't going to get the massage that I seem to remember is almost obligatory in these places, but she seemed to be quite content to let me dictate the pace and direction of the meet.
Eventually I got down to some extended RO and Natalie was becoming very responsive and I detected a change from the gentle (but probably fake) moans into something that seemed to be more realistic as Natalie got more into it. After some while it reached a natural conclusion and after a few minutes she returned the favour keeping her body up close to mine so that I could still cop a good feel off her. Her technique was excellent and eventually we were ready for sex.
At this point I sensed that the time was pushing on and asked Natalie how much time was left as I said I didn't want a knock on the door mid-shag! Having shouted downstairs and ascertained that there was only six minutes left she had to shout again that I wanted to extend to an hour. So with no time pressure I could have a good relaxing shag and take my time. Natalie seemed to be almost embarrassed as to how wet she had become and it was obvious as soon as she climbed on top of me that she was enjoying herself. No fake moans, in fact no noise at all as I think she felt a little self-conscious, and I did worry that she wasn't actually going to make it to the end of the hour. Eventually blew my load having swapped to missionary and shortly after there was the shout from below that time was up. I popped into the shower whilst having a chat and finished a very enjoyable hour.
It seems a long time since I had a bad or mediocre punt, and knowing that I was taking a gamble by going to a parlour I knew nothing about, I was prepared for this one to go tits-up, but fortunately I still seem to be on a winning streak. With my present luck perhaps I ought to look at the horses as a way of paying for my punting...or perhaps not.
